Can you hold up a mirror to yourself and say that you are entirely innocent? That you are not in some way to blame? That was the thought that had brought Dominic out onto the street. He hadn't been the one shouting, taunting, calling her the names: 'Fatty', 'Chunk', 'Porky.' He hadn't laughed while watching … Continue reading MIRROR, MIRROR


She checked behind her. The dilapidated shack stood there. She looked back at the mirror. The shack was reflected in it. The mirror seemed to work as a mirror should. She bent down and peered into, her breath clouded the smooth surface, but still the mirror did not show her reflection. She pinched herself, poked … Continue reading NEMESIS AND THE BEAUTY QUEEN